am I happy to be, me
I was just thinking about you,
how you should not, still, concern yourself with me.
I think evolution mixed with glue,
not only describes what to do, still, explains who not to be.
Never knew you well enough to know about your politics,
or if you gave a damn about the condition of the trees.
What you thought of brown pride, black power, or white supremacy?
Is there a place for such things in this type of democracy?
I don’t have much now,
I’d rather not lose it again.
When I think I’m glad and tired,
I remind myself all of this is pretend.
In a dream that doesn’t haunt me,
Someplace where lies aren’t spoke.
Even if they wanted to nobody will get the joke.
They like to be mean and never condescend, there is nothing but flowers,
I remember playing tag with everybody when everybody was on the mend.
The fireflies distract all of them. Say so long there goes a friend. They said a long while ago I’m not coming back this way again.
What if I lost all my sex appeal,
and you only turned out to be mean,
I’d rather hold on after I’ve gambled with all others,
Never have I wagered with another person this particular dream.
I’m really sad to never have had your company,
Keep it to yourself, desire is always a waning luxury.
Can’t say I knew much of love,
only the fear spread all over frantically,
you should bite down on this, this will hurt severely.
Dear Ms. Kimberly Niethe,
I wonder what could have happened?
Its been bugging and beating the shit out of me.
Dear Ms. Kimberly Niethe,
I hope you have found or chose your own destiny.
Hope you have a valentine in the year two thousand fifteen,
Hope your insides are not empty. No shadows for you. Life is just a dream.
Hope you have been alright.
Hope you were good then,
now that now became now.&
It became so easy to dance then take a bow.
Not anyone turns into what you want by the miracle of somehow.
All those tomorrows. Suspect everyday in between.
Try not to investigate. I know you mean well, please don’t cause a scene.
When I put it in perspective, I can see,
I was the only one who got off and away for free.
We never spoke abtout it but I’m sure we can agree.
The way it’s all translated is funny to me.
Dear Ms. Kimberly Niethe,
I’m filled with certainty, this is completely crazy.
I should give up on what I thought was a better part of me,
I’m just watching the snow fall silently,
I’m wondering where you go and how to make you appear,
it’s 1988 and the night is falling quietly,
I was just thinking about you. If you weren’t too busy,
I wish you could come over, be real, someone physically.
Instead all I do is dream and you are there suddenly.
I don’t know where you will drop me off before you leave.
If you make it to the corners you’ll find behind you, sheer utter vacancy.
Don’t try to spark bargains or barter with whats been given for free.
name on a street
puts direction in the way of possibility.
All the pallbearers had maps. Aborted. Ran out like fleas.
I don’t know where you find it. They say it’s buried by the sea.
We never spoke about it but I’m sure we both can agree.
